Whats been wrong with my browser..somehow it just doesn't display blogger correctly.

There are things that i dun say. Cos i dun think they are worth bringing up. But that doesn't mean they dun exist.

Pple say they undstd me in a way similar to pple judging books by covers. 99% of the time, those pple are right..but there's still that 1% probability that they may be wrong. I dun mean to keep things to myself, but how is it that pple can undstd how i feel when they're not in my predicament? Bullshit to the empathies and sympathies.

Being hurt time and again is as good as being stabbed at the same spot over and over again....the wound should not be touched cos just when u thot it has healed, it starts to bleed again. It may take eons to fully recover. Or maybe it wont recover at all? I don't know.

Until my heart is dead, the one holding the knife is never convicted for murder. To him, a mere word of "sorry" is his penalty for inflicting pain and injuries to others. But to me, he has gotten away scot-free....